I have been to school

Secrets save here

I also solemnly promise not to divulge your secret to a living soul...........

phoenix you dont get out of it that easy

I can't believe it! Twice, TWICE I have typed this, and it seems to have bloody disappeared.

Sod it.

Phoe-nixPhoe-nix**Phoe-nix

Phoenix - they are all egging you on but I'm prepared to promise! Right then.............

phoenix you have started so you have to finish

Oh phoenix you have got us all waiting with baited breath now !!! how cruel.

Please go on phoenix....?

It is really, really embarassing, and I truly haven't told anyone, not even the friend/work colleague I was travelling with.

But if you promise never ever to tell anyone else, I will share the details of the shameful incident with you.

Come on, don`t keep us in suspenders!

JessM , yes, it was acutally a day without a wee, but I should admit it was a shorter working day than most!

The mention of a wee has unfortunately reminded me of another embarrasing underwear related incident, only last year, on a train.......... oh the shame of it, thank goodness no-one ever knew.................

I was recently locked in a whooping car with little DGS, for about ten minutes whilst DH shopped in supermarket. Some very funny posts here. Like the thong story. My own knicker embarrassment goes back to an O.U. summer school in the 80s. I was there for a week and found I had forgotten to pack any knickers and couldn't get off campus to buy any so just had the one pair with me. I used to wash them out every evening but they weren't always dry the next morning so I was forced to go down to breakfast with none on and to make it worse, a wrap-around skirt. I felt very vulnerable and worried about falling over and my skirt going up, with dire results, the hall being full of several hundred students, at least half of them men. But at the same time, in some strange way it was rather thrilling!

Phoe-nix .... brilliantly told. But did you manage to last all day without a wee, like mrs thatcher? And I am still trying to imagine quite what you did. I have experienced the strange discomfort you get when you climb into the leg hole instead of the waist hole of a pair of knickers...
The car story reminds me of a non knicker embarrassment last year. Parked in the main street of a busy Devon high street on a Saturday morning. DH needs to feed his diet coke habit. He leaps out of the car taking the keys and as he walks towards the Co-op, locks the car.
Thirty seconds later car alarm goes off. Which leaves me locked in a whooping car. For about 5 minutes. Which felt like 15. At least I was decently dressed as I became the centre of attention...

janan
Snigger.

My knicker embarassment was, in fact, my hubby's. Going to work he was on the train station, felt the need for a hankie, reached into his pocket and blew his nose on a pair of my knickers he had picked up instead of a hankie!

I have been laughing out loud reading your stories. I read this article in the newspaper years ago. So she could have the car for the day a woman accompanied her husband in their car to his work in peak hour traffic. Husband pulled up along side the footpath, jumped out of their car and rushed off to his workplace and not thinking took the car keys. There she was parked in the middle the city in peak hour traffic and she was only wearing her nightie.

Please find below one of my little "incidents". Perhaps not embarrasing, so it may no be quite right for this thread, but.......

Admittedly, I was running late, so perhaps didn't give sorting my clothes out for work my full atttention. (Managed to remember to put earrings in before leaving though, otherwise I would have felt naked)

Anyway, arrived at work, felt a bit uncomforable in the downstairs department, but as I had to go straight in to a meeting, I didn't give it too much thought.

During the meeting every time I crossed my legs I experienced a strange & somewhat disconcerting sensation. As it was neither pleasant or enjoyable, I decided to desist from leg crossing & attempted to just sit with my ankles neatly together. From time to time they drifted apart, taking my kness with them, but as I was wearing trousers this did not cause any undue alarm to those present.

Meeting over, I went off down the corridor to my desk, still feeling rather "odd". After carefully checking that no-one was behind me, I indulged in some rather John Cleese/Ministry of Silly Walks movements, sort of stretching first one, then the other leg out sideways, (yes, I know it's a bit visual, but do your best ladies) but to no avail. (Or perhaps think of a rather small & non-japanese sumo wrestler limbering up, if that helps.)

I was worried that something may have gone awry "down below", perhaps ones labia continue to grow at a certain age, a bit like old mens earlobes, but I had a busy day ahead of me so just had to get on with it.

The journey home was no better, luckily I drive an automatic, so much easier when you need a really good wriggle, I find.

Anyway, on reaching home, such was my discomfort that rather than head straight for the fridge for a glass of something restorative, I dashed upstairs to get changed.

That's when I discovered that it is perfectly possible to put ones thong on sideways.

I like this ! Getting us ready for a lovely spring. My daughter loves research and statistics - it's her way of relaxing!! She did the same OU degree as me, and when she got to the research methods, she romped through, giving me withering looks when I helped (??) her with revision and couldn't keep up!

Carol - I HATED research! - look -

Yes, fabulous doing OU Petallus. I loved every moment of it, although I did cry blood when I did research methods!!

Carol I too did the honours psychology degree, starting with the social sciences foundation course. I had to do 8 credits and a second foundation (the arts of course) in order to get registered with the BPS. It was such fun, even though I had to do a whole year of research methods.

Rolling around laughing here.
Thank goodness it's not only me! I once spent most of the evening at our local ten-pin bowling centre - BTBA tournament going on, the works - with my skirt tucked into my (baggy, comfy, elderly) knickers, before a BLOKE told me about it! Crimson or what!!

I was once in a large supermarket when an assistant tapped me on the shoulder to point out that a long piece of loo roll (thankfully the dry end!) was trailing out of the waistband of my trousers. The girl was most apologetic for having stopped me about it but I replied that on the contrary I thought it was very good of her to have had the courage to tell me and that I wished more people were as caring and public spirited as she was! We both had a good laugh but afterwards I couldn't help wondering whether I'd also been captured for eternity on CCTV!

We were all assembled in a large circle waiting for the first of a series of weekly training sessions to start. You know there is always someone who comes late.......a good ten minutes late so that everyone watches them as they come in sit down, rustle papers and fiddle with bag? Well this poor lady did this and just as she was finally getting settled she crossed her legs and a (thankfully unused) tampax fell out of the bottom of her trouser leg. I WOULD HAVE DIED. She however, showed true class by calmly picking it up smiling at everyone and popped it into her handbag. She got a spontaineous ripple of applause from those who knew her.